I was billeting at Witternesse, near Aire, for a battery coming out of
the line for rest and training prior to the August 1918 push.
I was very anxious to find a place where the troops could have a
much-needed bath. The only spot was a barn, in which were two rusty old
iron baths.
Further inspection showed that one was in use. On being asked who he
was, the occupant stood up and replied in a Cockney voice: "Sikey at
the Barf!"--_H. Thomas, "Ivydene," Herne Grove, East Dulwich, S.E.22._